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Not likely just a Texas thing...they just got here about six months ago. I've got no problem with the verses on the wrappers and all that, no matter what belief system is being pimped. Hell, I still pull the Celestial Seasonings boxes out of the pantry sometimes just for a good read.

It's not about liking him, it's about liking the music of the band. And that gets pretty hard sometimes...often...usually... I do know that Konitz has been open in his thankfulness for the gig and the financial needs it met for him and his family at the time, probably the same for Schildkraut.. So, yeah, nice guy, don't know of anybody who disliked him as a leader and no doubt he was quite the hands-on type!

Yeah, here we go. Bill Holman delivers!

Sounds as if you're just as curious about it as I am! That record, and many others seen in this thread are being showcased in a sharity blog, the name of which matches that of a certain Coltrane album that could be paraphrased as "Solar Sea Vessel". More information than that would likely incur the wrath of the board's rules, so let's let that be that. But I find it fascinating how the interest in "world music" that began in earnest in the late 50s/early 60s manifest itself on jazz labels like Prestige & World Pacific/Pacific Jazz, and...who else? And then when I see Chris Albertson producing a flamingo record, I'm all like WHOA!!! There's also a thread going on here (in this same Discography forum) about the Riverside children's records. Any input you might care to give on that would certainly be welcome, as I know that you had a very good relationship with Bill Grauer, and this endeavor seemed to be of real interest to him.

Subway's been going into gas stations, truck plazas, and such in a lot of small town and setting up shops there.

Been revisiting the Kenton, just to make sure my ears/head/opinion/etc. haven't changed, just to keep it current, and by and large they haven't. If anything, they're moreso than before. However... Adventures In Jazz is still sounding pretty good to me, even better than it used to. Everything, the writing, the playing, the soloing, is engaged and engaging. The Kenton Stiffness is noticeably absent here and I'll credit drummer Jerry McKenzie, who returned to the fold once or twice in the 70s when I saw the band, and brought then what he brings here, the ability to get up inside this beast's ass and actually swing it...Peter Erskine did that too. But truthfully, I think it was just a better band, period, one that understood how to make the sound musical and not just massive. And this, the "Mellophonium Orchestra" was Kenton's most massive band, maybe not in numbers, but in terms of bombast available. On a lot of their other albums, the delivered all the bombast at their disposal and then some, but here, geez, it sounds like a real BAND playing real MUSIC, not some freak show. Marvin Stamm was just a kid here, and Sam Donahue a veteran of The Days That Kenton Vowed To Never Return To, and that's kinda how the whole band's playing in a nutshell - a newer creative spirit mixed with older interpretive sensibilities I'd earlier mentioned Bill Holman's chart on "Malaguena", and this, THIS, Ladies & Gentlemen, is what makes me sometimes (such as today) scream out loud. GODDAMN IT, WHY ISN'T IT ALL THIS GOOD? Or even most of it? It's Higher Faster Louder at its very best, bold as hell yet never less than fully musical. HOLY SHIT!!! The fact (imo) that it's very very very seldom this good otherwise just makes me more prone to be pissed off at all the other nonsense propagated by this organization that wants us to think that it's all this good. It's not. Not even a little. To a somewhat lesser extent, that's true of this whole album. I'll go ahead and recommend it, in fact, if only for "Malaguena" and the kick of hearing Sam Donahue doing whatever the hell beautiful crazyass thing it is he's doing here. But the rest of it takes care of business quite nicely as well. Adventures In Jazz - ask for it by name, demand it in real life!

Black and green, on the scene!

I mean, really, it would her word against theirs, and then you'd probably end up looking at proving a pattern and all that, and...she ended up getting a better job that she likes better, and I can cook a damn good burger my ownself, so...fuck N & Out. They don't need me, I don't need them, simple as that.

Totally possible, very likely probable. But...there was a Mama's Pizza here in Plano that refused to refund my son's quarter from a crane game machine in their game room that was malfunctioning because "we put an out of order sign on it". The kid was, like, 4 or 5 at the time. We've not gone back to that place since, and won't. Over 25 cents, they've lost literally thousands, many thousands, of dollars worth of business over the last 20 or so years. Not that they miss it, but still...they'll get their money from somebody else, thank you. Fuck me over, we can probably work that out. Fuck my kids over and don't even try to make it right? Game over. Period. Well, then, I should have my daughter sue them then. That'll be easy enough, right? In the meantime, this is Texas. We got hamburgers, ya' know? Nooooo problem.

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Shirt colors/album cover colors:

Flamingo Chris Albertson/RVG style! No Chris here, but still RVG:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_UUxcBgJvU&feature=related

I like being out on the road an being able to pull up some videos to eiterh show other people or else to just entertain myself. If you guys have the rights to some BN artist videos, that would be a cool thing to have as part of the app.

The The Happy Rockefeller John Lee Hooker

They recently came to the DFW area, and I doubt that I will ever try them. Why? Because my daughter applied for a position with them. My daughter is bright, sparkly, well-groomed, and fit what they said was their vibe perfectly. Per her, the interview started out like this: THEM: Are you a Christian? HER: I have my beliefs...but...what does that have to do with hamburgers? THEM: We have a certain culture here, and you might not fit in. And it went downhill from there. I'm sure they're good, but none for me, thanks. IIRC, those type of questions are illegal to ask on an interview. No, they're a privately held company, and are well within their rights to ask whatever they want to ask, just as I am free to not eat wherever I want to not eat. The funny thing is, my daughter actually is a Christian, albeit a totally Zen-ish one. The apple didn't fall far from the tree on that one. I've seen all kinds of folks working at the Chik-Fil-A spots here... I kinda dig them not being open on Sundays, actually. Not for "religious" reasons, just because I think it's a good idea to give everything a break sometimes, including, especially including, business.

Then we wish him EXTRA well!

Not just a buffoon, but a highly skilled one! It's not an insult, just an impression. And I cannot seriously listen to Cuban Fire. Believe me, I've tried many, many times. It shouldn't take that many instruments and that many decibels to say so (relatively) little. Maybe the problem is with me...I came to it after getting into real Cuban music & I failed to hear any connection, literally, figuratively, and/or spiritually. Same thing with the much-vaunted West Side Story album he arranged for Kenton. Can't listen to it without praying for it to be over, not so much because it's "bad" as because it resembles noise torture much more than it does loud music. Sorry, but I can't handle Johnny Richards at all.

They recently came to the DFW area, and I doubt that I will ever try them. Why? Because my daughter applied for a position with them. My daughter is bright, sparkly, well-groomed, and fit what they said was their vibe perfectly. Per her, the interview started out like this: THEM: Are you a Christian? HER: I have my beliefs...but...what does that have to do with hamburgers? THEM: We have a certain culture here, and you might not fit in. And it went downhill from there. I'm sure they're good, but none for me, thanks.

Chipotle (a good one, anyway) offers good flavor in Just Too Damn Big a portion size. And I'm not ashamed to say that an occasional Whopper is much like the man who ran over the dog, in that they both hit the spot.